radicalducati Chapter 154 Can't I Fight My Mighty Lord?
Chapter 154 Can't I Fight My Mighty Lord?
The process for leaving is the same as the process for entering.
Cheng Chu sat in the only seat on the hovercar, with Mikel standing beside him.
Having understood the absurdity of some of the Zerg's rules and regulations, Cheng Chu said nothing more.
By the time I got home, it was already dark.
As if sensing that they were about to go home, the lights in the villa turned on automatically.
0123 was already waiting at the door.
Upon seeing Cheng Chu and Mikel return, a cheerful mechanical voice announced, "General, Your Excellency, welcome home."
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Let's rewind to the timeline of the Three Emperors and Heroes.
Having lost face so badly in public, he was carried to the medical room, his pants were pulled down, and he was examined by a dozen medical parasites, who still couldn't find any wounds.
The Third Prince was furious when he heard this.
He angrily berated the medical parasites: "You idiots! My...it hurts so much, and you're telling me you can't find the wound?"
He found it extremely difficult to utter the word "buttocks".
"Bang...bang bang!"
"Snapped!"
"Bang!!"
The Third Prince smashed everything he could get his hands on, some on the ground, and some on the medical insects.
One of the medical insects was hit on the forehead, and blood gushed out, covering its face. The other two were hit on the shoulders and arms, and they clutched their wounds, too afraid to utter a sound.
"If there's no wound, how can I feel pain? Don't I know whether I'm in pain or not? What do you mean? What do you mean by 'no wound'? What do you mean by 'phantom pain'?!" How is this any different from saying he's mentally ill?!
The Third Prince's eyes blazed with fury as he pointed at a bunch of useless medical bugs in the medical room. He was about to berate them again when he accidentally pulled on their buttocks.
"Ouch!" he cried out in pain, staggering as he grabbed the medical bed beside him.
The medical staff all shrank back, not daring to utter a sound as they waited to be scolded.
Hearing the Third Prince's cries of pain, none of them dared to step forward, fearing that they would be beaten and scolded by him again.
The injury on the buttocks of the Third Prince was strange; none of them could see any wound or anything unusual about it.
However, the Third Prince said it hurt a lot.
They dared not refute it, and could only rack their brains to come up with this explanation, saying that the pain was a hallucination and that there was actually no pain in his body.
To everyone's surprise, the Third Prince was furious when he heard this.
At this moment, the female insect with scarlet hair walked in: "Master, please calm down."
Upon hearing this voice, all the medical insects present secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The Third Prince couldn't calm down at all. He moved in a strange posture in front of Akkas and slapped him across the face.
"Snapped!"
The slap was crisp and loud, and a bright red handprint quickly appeared on Akkas's fair cheek.
"You're the one who's embarrassing yourself, so why are you telling me to calm down!" the Third Prince roared.
Akakas tilted his head, his crimson bangs concealing the gloomy emotions in his eyes.
He rubbed his cheek and said in a calm tone, "You can all go down now. Since there are no wounds, it's not your problem."
"Yes."
Several medical insects retreated in unison, trembling with fear, with the last insect even considerately closing the door behind it.
At this moment, the Third Prince felt the numbness in his hand and belatedly realized he was afraid: "You...you...you can't leave, I haven't agreed yet..."
As the door closed, Akkas grabbed the hand of the Third Prince and gradually increased the pressure.
"Ah...ah!"
A sharp pain shot through his wrist, as if his bones were about to be crushed. The Third Prince, his face pale, struggled but could not break free from Akkas's grasp: "Queen, let go, let go, I was wrong..."
He admitted his mistake very quickly and begged for mercy with practiced ease, showing no trace of the arrogance or disdain of male insects.
The male prince of the Three Emperors tried to ignore the excruciating pain and forced a smile: "My Queen, I really didn't mean to."
Akkas knew the Three Princes well enough to know he wasn't fooled by that. He let go of the Three Princes' hand and kicked him mercilessly in the backside, the movement swift and decisive.
"Ah!" Another scream rang out as the Third Prince was kicked straight to the floor.
Akkas dusted off his hands, walked straight to the medical bed, sat down, and coldly watched as the half-dead Third Prince struggled to get up.
Even the three princes dared not fail to get up, for the punishment that followed would be even more terrible if they did not get up quickly.
Despite his fear of being beaten, the Third Prince still stammered, "My Queen, I am your male ruler!"
Akkas crossed his arms and glanced at him sideways: "You were the one who started it."
The Third Prince, with one hand on his lower back, knelt awkwardly on the floor, muttering discontentedly, "I apologized. I said I didn't mean to."
"So, I only kicked your... ass." Akkas emphasized the last word, as if on purpose, and said, "Not where other bugs could see."
Their agreement stipulated that if Akakas couldn't resist taking action, he couldn't strike the face of the three princes; he had to strike somewhere out of sight.
Therefore, Akakas is not wrong.
The three emperors' sons were speechless: "I..."
He did indeed strike first this time, so he can't say anything about Akakas. Besides, he can't argue with him, nor can he beat him.
Ignoring that, the Third Prince, despite the pain in his buttocks, crawled over and hugged Akakas's leg. Ignoring his disheveled state, he eagerly asked, "Akakas, how is it? What did you find out?"
It turned out that after Akakas brought the three princes here, he rushed to the palace's surveillance room to check the surveillance footage of the incident.
After watching the surveillance footage, Akakas wanted to ask, "Lord, why did you go and provoke Mikel and his Lord?"
"Uh...I..." The Third Prince stammered, not daring to look Akkas in the eye.
His mind raced, and he blurted out a lie: "I just can't stand Cheng Chu. He has black hair and black eyes; he doesn't look like a good guy at all."
Akkas listened to his lame excuse and kicked him away again.
The female insect's strength was not great, so the male of the Three Sovereigns took the opportunity to let go.
"Master, I found nothing. There was nothing unusual about the insect at the scene." Akkas told the male insect the results in detail.
The Third Prince refused to believe the result: "Impossible! It must be Cheng Chu's doing, or Mikel! Go check again, check again for me!"
"That little male insect cried and ran into the female's arms after you yelled at him. What could he possibly be up to? Mikel stood there the whole time without lifting a finger, so that's even less likely." Akkas looked at the kneeling male insect expressionlessly, his tone cold: "Don't be unreasonable. You started this mess, so just accept your bad luck."
The Third Prince clenched his fist and slammed it on the floor in anger: "I am your lord!"
"So what?" Akakas asked nonchalantly. "Can't I fight my lord?"
The Three Emperors' Heroic Sons: "..."